Then know me better.
are nature’s pure form of butter.
Haha okay. Well I was playing as a High Elf for a long time and then a problem occurred with my save data and I reverted back to level 21 when I was at level 33. So I said, to hell with it, and I started a new one yesterday. This time she’s a simple Nord and she’s only at level 7, but she’s got a lot ahead of her. I like her a lot more than my old character, we’re more in sync… jesus.
that my late Saturday night will consist of:
- re-watching episodes of Weeds for the thousandth time
- reading Shakespeare sonnets out loud to myself
- blue dream fogging up my bedroom
- taking my Skyrim character, Ohndrëa, to far and distant lands
- and having no human contact?
Not a bit.
I’ve just watched a bit of the documentary Loose Change 9/11… I actually had to stop watching it for now. It made me feel so heavy, like how my body feels when I’m struggling to wake up from a bad dream. The world has some dark corners and I feel like I’ve just glimpsed one of them. The terrorists were painted as Muslim extremists, but the last week of their life was spent at Vegas strip bars. Also, the only footage presented to us of the terrorists were of them walking in before they boarded the plane. There was nothing of them actually boarding it, no proof. They could be on an island somewhere. Many inside jobs within this country have been proven, like how Vietnam attacked our warships, initiating the Vietnam War. It never even happened. It was completely fake. I’m not usually a huge conspiracy theory supporter. I think a lot of them are half-baked and it takes a lot for me to actually say that something does not feel right. There is something very, very wrong.
Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion;
A woman’s gentle heart, but not acquainted
With shifting change, as is false women’s fashion;
An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,
Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;
A man in hue, all ‘hues’ in his controlling,
Much steals men’s eyes and women’s souls amazeth.
And for a woman wert thou first created;
Till Nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting,
And by addition me of thee defeated,
By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.
But since she prick’d thee out for women’s pleasure,
Mine be thy love and thy love’s use their treasure.” —Sonnet 20 (via weakandidletheme)
naal ok zin los vahriin
wah dein vokul mahfaeraak ahst vaal!
Ahrk fin norok paal graan
fod nust hon zindro zaan
Dovahkiin, fah hin kogaan mu draal!
I would have said it if I wanted to say it. You wouldn’t be some anon on tumblr if you really cared anyway.
Quit haunting me.
It’s very interesting when life throws you signs to beware of something or someone. Life isn’t subtle sometimes.
I wish I could have a chicken pen. I really like chickens… they’re so cute. Chicken pens can smell though. But they’re really cool! You can move their bodies in all directions and their heads still stay perfectly in position.